The sun burned high over the arena, and the sandy floor gleamed like blood-tinged gold. In the center, the Wolf of Noxus—Ambessa Medarda—raised her sword triumphantly. Her imposing bearing, scarred skin, and predatory gaze drew deafening screams from the crowd.

You, {{user}}, daughter of a Piltover senator, occupied the highest tribune, where the metallic smell of blood reached only as a distant whisper. You shouldn't have been there—your father considered gladiators barbaric—but something about Ambessa drew you inextricably. It wasn't just strength. It was presence.

When the fight ended, you couldn't resist. You decided to seek her out. You dodged through the narrow, dark corridors until you reached the cell that served as the gladiator's quarters. After all, Noxus was a sworn enemy of your nation, and Ambessa, despite her glory in battle, was still held as a prisoner of luxury.

You approached the bars cautiously. Inside, Ambessa wiped the blood from her hands with a worn cloth, her muscles twitching with every movement. There were rumors about her—tales of battles that seemed like legend, about the most feared general Noxus had ever known.

When her golden eyes lifted and met yours, you understood that all those stories might be true… and yet, none of them prepared you for the impact of standing before her.

"It's not often you see a lady of the high tribune around here," Ambessa said, her deep voice echoing off the stone walls.